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how
it
was
I
never
could
find
out
,
for
,
though
I
applied
myself
to
it
several
times
,
I
never
could
master
his
liturgies
and
XXXIX
Articles
--
leaving
Queequeg
,
then
,
fasting
on
his
tomahawk
pipe
,
and
Yojo
warming
himself
at
his
sacrificial
fire
of
shavings
,
I
sallied
out
among
the
shipping
.
After
much
prolonged
sauntering
,
and
many
random
inquiries
,
I
learnt
that
there
were
three
ships
up
for
three-years
'
voyages
--
The
Devil-dam
,
the
Tit-bit
,
and
the
Pequod
.
Devil-dam
,
I
do
not
know
the
origin
of
;
Tit-bit
is
obvious
;
Pequod
you
will
no
doubt
remember
,
was
the
name
of
a
celebrated
tribe
of
Massachusetts
Indians
;
now
extinct
as
the
ancient
Medes
.
I
peered
and
pryed
about
the
Devil-dam
;
from
her
,
hopped
over
to
the
Tit-bit
;
and
finally
,
going
on
board
the
Pequod
,
looked
around
her
for
a
moment
,
and
then
decided
that
this
was
the
very
ship
for
us
.
You
may
have
seen
many
a
quaint
craft
in
your
day
,
for
aught
I
know
;
--
square-toed
luggers
;
mountainous
Japanese
junks
;
butter-box
galliots
,
and
what
not
;
but
take
my
word
for
it
,
you
never
saw
such
a
rare
old
craft
as
this
same
rare
old
Pequod
.
She
was
a
ship
of
the
old
school
,
rather
small
if
anything
;
with
an
old-fashioned
claw-footed
look
about
her
.
Long
seasoned
and
weather-stained
in
the
typhoons
and
calms
of
all
four
oceans
,
her
old
hull
's
complexion
was
darkened
like
a
French
grenadier
's
,
who
has
alike
fought
in
Egypt
and
Siberia
.
Her
venerable
bows
looked
bearded
.
Her
masts
--
cut
somewhere
on
the
coast
of
Japan
,
where
her
original
ones
were
lost
overboard
in
a
gale
--
her
masts
stood
stiffly
up
like
the
spines
of
the
three
old
kings
of
Cologne
.
Her
ancient
decks
were
worn
and
wrinkled
,
like
the
pilgrim-worshipped
flag-stone
in
Canterbury
Cathedral
where
Becket
bled
.
But
to
all
these
her
old
antiquities
,
were
added
new
and
marvellous
features
,
pertaining
to
the
wild
business
that
for
more
than
half
a
century
she
had
followed
.
Old
Captain
Peleg
,
many
years
her
chief-mate
,
before
he
commanded
another
vessel
of
his
own
,
and
now
a
retired
seaman
,
and
one
of
the
principal
owners
of
the
Pequod
--
this
old
Peleg
,
during
the
term
of
his
chief-mateship
,
had
built
upon
her
original
grotesqueness
,
and
inlaid
it
,
all
over
,
with
a
quaintness
both
of
material
and
device
,
unmatched
by
anything
except
it
be
Thorkill-Hake
's
carved
buckler
or
bedstead
.
She
was
apparelled
like
any
barbaric
Ethiopian
emperor
,
his
neck
heavy
with
pendants
of
polished
ivory
.
She
was
a
thing
of
trophies
.
A
cannibal
of
a
craft
,
tricking
herself
forth
in
the
chased
bones
of
her
enemies
.
All
round
,
her
unpanelled
,
open
bulwarks
were
garnished
like
one
continuous
jaw
,
with
the
long
sharp
teeth
of
the
sperm
whale
,
inserted
there
for
pins
,
to
fasten
her
old
hempen
thews
and
tendons
to
.
Those
thews
ran
not
through
base
blocks
of
land
wood
,
but
deftly
travelled
over
sheaves
of
sea-ivory
.
Scorning
a
turnstile
wheel
at
her
reverend
helm
,
she
sported
there
a
tiller
;
and
that
tiller
was
in
one
mass
,
curiously
carved
from
the
long
narrow
lower
jaw
of
her
hereditary
foe
.
The
helmsman
who
steered
that
tiller
in
a
tempest
,
felt
like
the
Tartar
,
when
he
holds
back
his
fiery
steed
by
clutching
its
jaw
.
A
noble
craft
,
but
somehow
a
most
melancholy
!
All
noble
things
are
touched
with
that
.
Now
when
I
looked
about
the
quarter-deck
,
for
some
one
having
authority
,
in
order
to
propose
myself
as
a
candidate
for
the
voyage
,
at
first
I
saw
nobody
;
but
I
could
not
well
overlook
a
strange
sort
of
tent
,
or
rather
wigwam
,
pitched
a
little
behind
the
main-mast
.
It
seemed
only
a
temporary
erection
used
in
port
.
It
was
of
a
conical
shape
,
some
ten
feet
high
;
consisting
of
the
long
,
huge
slabs
of
limber
black
bone
taken
from
the
middle
and
highest
part
of
the
jaws
of
the
right-whale
.
Planted
with
their
broad
ends
on
the
deck
,
a
circle
of
these
slabs
laced
together
,
mutually
sloped
towards
each
other
,
and
at
the
apex
united
in
a
tufted
point
,
where
the
loose
hairy
fibres
waved
to
and
fro
like
the
top-knot
on
some
old
Pottowottamie
Sachem
's
head
.
A
triangular
opening
faced
towards
the
bows
of
the
ship
,
so
that
the
insider
commanded
a
complete
view
forward
.
And
half
concealed
in
this
queer
tenement
,
I
at
length
found
one
who
by
his
aspect
seemed
to
have
authority
;
and
who
,
it
being
noon
,
and
the
ship
's
work
suspended
,
was
now
enjoying
respite
from
the
burden
of
command
.
He
was
seated
on
an
old-fashioned
oaken
chair
,
wriggling
all
over
with
curious
carving
;
and
the
bottom
of
which
was
formed
of
a
stout
interlacing
of
the
same
elastic
stuff
of
which
the
wigwam
was
constructed
.
There
was
nothing
so
very
particular
,
perhaps
,
about
the
appearance
of
the
elderly
man
I
saw
;
he
was
brown
and
brawny
,
like
most
old
seamen
,
and
heavily
rolled
up
in
blue
pilot-cloth
,
cut
in
the
Quaker
style
;
only
there
was
a
fine
and
almost
microscopic
net-work
of
the
minutest
wrinkles
interlacing
round
eyes
,
which
must
have
arisen
from
his
continual
sailings
in
many
hard
gales
,
and
always
looking
to
windward
;
--
for
this
causes
the
muscles
about
the
eyes
to
become
pursed
together
.
Such
eye-wrinkles
are
very
effectual
in
a
scowl
.
"
Is
this
the
Captain
of
the
Pequod
?
"
said
I
,
advancing
to
the
door
of
the
tent
.
"
Supposing
it
be
the
captain
of
the
Pequod
,
what
dost
thou
want
of
him
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
I
was
thinking
of
shipping
.
"
